Years and years of my apathyAnd ages of your forebodingObliterating the pastWith a hopeful futureIn my own bedlam of emmotionsYou found me.
Bitten by the same travel bug And the shared passions for raucous dancing We merrily sang to our favourite tunes Little did we know, we were falling too soon. Caption taken from my poem, “Time and distance”
Of course it is happening inside your head. What makes you think that it is not real? Caption credits: Harry Potter
A short hike to Cloud’s End refreshes you and prepares you for the 8km trek towards the origin of Kempty Falls. You can also spot many snow covered peaks, even in the month of October.
These withered trailsAnd the shrivelled 🍂 leavesMust be blossoming in the rainsBut how would I knowBecause the mountains are far awayFar far away